#andy has a feral moment

[saturdayisover]

#andy has a feral moment #andy hurley #pete wentz #joe trohman #fall out boy #fob #release the bats

[glamaphonic]

But no for real all the "he should've gone to find Daryl/Morgan/had a protracted reunion with XYZ character instead of focusing on his wife and kids!" shit ties back into people's lack of narrative literacy and, underlying it, their lack of theory of mind when it comes to these characters and of course all those nasty implicit biases. They think that what they care about most is necessarily what Rick cares about most.

There are people who refuse to understand or accept how important Michonne and Judith and RJ are to Rick. Of course he loves his extended found family. Of course he cares about his community. But people want to act like those relationships are somehow interchangeable with (or for a lot of these clowns MORE IMPORTANT THAN) those with his wife and children. That has never been the case! For the entirety of this goddamned show, it has never been the case! Andy has outright said it: this entire story, from the moment Rick wakes up in that hospital bed, has been about a man trying to find and protect his family. That is this insane feral motherfucker's central, defining character motivation! You would think if you claim to be a fan of this character and love him so much you would know that!

And it is wildly transparent that for many people they do know that but are pretending this is no longer the case now because they don't consider the family he has made to be legitimate.

They've been "predicting" (read: wishing for) Michonne's death since the day she and Rick got together and she was "ruined" for them because they could no longer mentally sideline her as a Strong Black Woman with no internal life or emotional, physical, or spiritual needs. And the only thing they hate more than Rick having a dark-skinned black woman as a soulmate is him having a black son. Hated it so much they had a whole ass documented conspiracy theory trying to will that baby out of existence. Judith gets a certain amount of grace from a lot of them purely from the virtue of being white, but they still constantly pull out the most vile anti-adoption bullshit about her not REALLY being Rick's (or Michonne's) child too.

So they sat there and watched a six-hour narrative! A lovingly constructed narrative one of the emotional cruxes of which is the fact that Rick was separated from his wife, love of his life, for eight years, missed most of his daughter's life up until now, missed all of his youngest son's life up until now, was made to forgot his eldest son's face, made to forget his wife's face, and this traumatized him so profoundly that he literally wanted to die! This traumatized him so profoundly that when he at last had the opportunity to go back he was paralyzed by fear to the extent that he wanted to continue living an empty ascetic unlife rather than have to face the emotional turmoil of the mere IDEA of losing them all again.

They saw that and went, "Well him getting to be back with them is unsatisfying because it should've ended with him leaving them to go looking for a grown ass man whose closest interpersonal relation already fucking went to find him!"

And not all of them are stupid. They fucking know that there is a difference between one's relationship with their sibling or close friend and their relationship with their spouse. There's a difference between one's relationship with their sibling or close friend and their relationship with their children. And it's not about quantifying the amount of love, it's about the self-evidently different emotional needs and dependencies that exist in these relationships!!

They know it! They just don't want any of that to apply to this spouse and these children and they're mad af that the show unequivocally said that it does.

And to that I say: lol suffer, bitch.

#talmbout #richonne #the ones who live #the ones who live spoilers #fandom nonsense

[whateverisbeautiful]

🀄️reflecting on richonne

Seeing there’s a TOWL teaser next week has me real excited. And since it’s always missing-them hours, I just wanted to come on here right quick to revel in some Richonne.

I’ve often said you can’t have Rick without Michonne and vice versa because of how pivotal they are to each others’ journey - and I just had to break down how true this is. See to me, if you love the incredible protagonist of Rick Grimes you really can’t overlook or downplay “Richonne,” because Michonne is so influential to almost every major choice and character development of Rick from Season 3 forward.

Season 3: One of Rick’s big character turning points in season 3 is realizing it does in fact need to be a democracy again. And it’s nearly giving up Michonne and then instantly regretting it that really helps open his eyes and leads to this major character growth in him

Season 4: Rick’s monumental character development this season is transitioning from Farmer Rick to peak Savage Rick. And he officially says goodbye to Farmer Rick during the unforgettable jugular bite against Joe and the Claimers, a moment experienced only by Rick and three others from TF, his closest people Michonne, Carl, and Daryl. And of course, protecting Carl is Rick’s biggest motivation here but knowing those Claimers had horrible plans for Michonne too…None of that was happening on Rick’s watch. Farmer Rick had to go to save Michonne, Carl, and Daryl and thus the feral Savage Rick era was born

Season 5: As one of the seasons with the most fascinating character study of Rick Grimes, this season is all about Rick being on edge and unsure who to trust. But even amidst his mental spiral, he always finds himself trusting Michonne. Rick makes two huge decisions this season - to bring the group to Washington and then to bring the group to Alexandria which greatly impacts the plot going forward. And both times his willingness to take the leap is completely due to Michonne. When she’s vulnerable with him and expresses what she thinks is best, Rick is a real one who trusts her gut even over his own. The two operate as true partners and he lets her lead him and everyone toward what ends up being tf's home for the rest of the series.

Season 6: Rick has two impactful character shifts that occur in 6A & 6B. In the first half, Rick’s journey is about finally embracing the Alexandrians as his own people, and who most helps him see that? Michonne. Especially in that scene on the porch where he looks at her like she’s just pure mesmerizing. It shows Michonne is instrumental in helping Rick understand that they’re catching their breath in here and anything else is excuses. (And Rick's next scene is him helping Tobin, showing he’s listening to her) Then in Rick’s words to Carl at the end of No Way Out, impeccably acted by Andy, his 6A arc concludes with him turning a new leaf as a character and realizing the people of that town really can make it.

And now in 6B, we get a very confident Rick...And you can’t tell me that him finally having the Baddest Chick in the Game isn’t one of the reasons why he’s feeling himself. 😌 Like he is on top of the world once Richonne becomes official. But that confidence turns into a bit of hubris and devastating series-shifting consequences ensue in the finale.

Season 7/8: Andy said it perfectly himself when he referred to Michonne as key in season 7. At the group's lowest point, it’s Michonne, in a flawlessly acted monologue from Danai, who helps Rick fully accept that it’s finally time to fight back against the Saviors, a choice that impacts the whole next half of the season and season 8. And when Rick’s character undergoes a massive turning point as he and Michonne experience the worst pain of losing Carl in S8, Rick slowly but surely comes back to himself after diving off the deep end largely thanks to Michonne’s love and support.

Season 9: Rick’s whole state of mind in season 9 is genuinely hopeful and content as he seems to be in the process of learning to honor the memory of Carl while optimistically building for the future. He believes in the bridge, he believes all the people will come around (because he and Michonne did), and he believes the world can be stable enough for him to have a child with the love of his life. So much of this impactful character development from Rick is a testament to his relationship with Michonne and their ability to help each other heal.

So all that to say, Richonne is so much more than some side love story to the main plot, it’s unequivocally vital, foundational, and influential to the whole TWD series & Michonne is indispensable to Rick’s journey and character growth. Rick Grimes is of course a goated protagonist all on his own…but he didn’t want it to be just him being a boss on his own. He made it clear he wanted Michonne by his side through it all. Because Rick knew what we know - which is that Richonne is absolutely key. 💜

#richonne #thanks for reading #can't wait to have them back

[meowmeowriley]

Convention Commotion

With help from the lovely @tactax-art, who encouraged me and drew the art for me, this is a lil continuation of the previous cosplayer AU for my beloved Costume Anon ❤ Hope everyone enjoys 😉 proper art near the end of the fic.

***

What had started as his uncle taking pity on him for not being able to go to a convention by himself, had become a tradition of sorts. Any time uncle John was on leave, he'd ask Andy if there were any conventions. And any time there were, they'd meet up with Simon.

"Ye cannae call him Simon, Andy. It's Lieutenant Ghost, or Lt., or Mr. Riley. Or anythin' else, really. Just show him some respect." Uncle John had chastised him after he'd asked once if Simon was gonna be at convention they'd just arrived at.

"Until he joins the army, Johnny, I'll have none of that nonsense." Uncle John had jumped out of his skin (Andy had too, but that was less surprising. He wasn't a highly trained soldier, after all.) when the big fucker had snuck up on them and began speaking. "Just Simon is fine, Andy."

"Chew ma banger, uncle John." He'd said with a shit eating grin, before ducking out of the way of his uncles swipes.

So they'd taken to meeting up with Simon at conventions. Andy had realized two things rather quickly. One: there was undeniable chemistry between the two of them, and two: neither one of them was going to make a move on the other.

They danced around each other. Flirting, but in a "ha ha, I'm only gay for the joke" kinda way. They stared at one another, getting lost in each others eye's in a sickening display of obviously clear affection. God forbid one didn't catch the other's eye, either, because when that happened the one staring would take on this dreamy dopey smile. They were constantly touching. Brushing up against one another, putting their hands on the other's shoulder, or back, or thigh.

They were disgusting. It was adorable. And he had to share it. Because if Andy could see how perfect they were together, so would the internet. 28,000 followers on tiktok later, and every convention they went to, Andy filmed the whole thing. He'd divvy up the videos and get months worth of content, to tide them over till his uncles next leave. Simon and uncle John had no idea how large their fan base was. Or how feral. Those who weren't hard-core shipping the two together, were vying for the attention of one or the other, or both, in the comments.

For most, though, they'd lose their minds with every little interaction. Every gentle touch, prolonged moment of eye contact, soft smile, or act of service from one man to the other, and their fans were swooning, and it seemed all their waiting was finally paying off. Or, at least, Simon was now aware of John's feelings, though how he'd found out was less than ideal.

***

Soap was ecstatic. After the Spiderman and Deadpool totally-not-couples-costumes went over so well with other patrons at their last convention, Andrew had assured them that their tiktok fans were over the moon for them as well, Simon had agreed to do more comic book stuff with him. While Soap had wanted to be Deadpool, he couldn't deny how well it suited Ghost to be the merc with a mouth. Soap hadn't known beforehand how much the man loved katanas, nor that he even knew how to use them. More important than his skill with the (in this case fake) blades, however, was Simon's ass in that outfit. Which had led him down a rabbit hole of sorts. Yes, it was the source of plenty of wet dreams both before and after seeing him in spandex, but that wasn't what this was about. No, after seeing Ghost dressed as Deadpool with his nearly godly physique, John couldn't help but think of the superior comic book company: DC. Ghost would make an incredible Red Hood, and Soap had wanted to be Nightwing since he was a lad. After voicing that desire, Ghost had agreed, and got to work on the costumes.

At some point during the process, Gaz had found him deep in his work and asked Ghost about it. He then promptly kicked down Soap's door to yell at him for not telling him about their 'convention dates' he wouldn't hear of it that they weren't dates.

"So Gaz is comin' now." He'd said in lieu of greeting when he'd entered Ghost's room that night.

"Mhmm." Ghost had nodded and continued to work away at his sewing machine. "Said he had a matching cosplay. 'Red Robin', he'd called it. Assured me it was different from mine. Tried to tell him I wouldn't know or care, I just enjoy makin the costumes." Soap had made himself comfy on Ghost's bed, and pulled out his journal to doodle. Ghost continued. "Roach is tagging along too, said he has a costume for Blue Beetle. Said it's not Batman related, but it's the same comic franchise."

"Blue Beetle's costume is pretty sick, that'll be cool." Soap had been a little down in that moment that the others would be tagging along, and he'd no longer have Ghost to himself, but he got over it quickly. They were still his friends. "We should drag Price along. Bring the whole team."

"You convince him to go, and just tell me what to make."

And now here they were. The 141, arguably the worlds most elite counterterrorism task force, dressed up as various DC characters. At a cosplay convention. Soap had never felt hotter.

Andy had hit it off with Roach pretty much immediately, the two of them talking at length about tiktok of all things. Soap wasn't aware that Roach had one. They couldn't convince Price to wear a costume, but that was okay. Several people approached him and said his Dum Dum Dugan colspay was cool, resulting in all three of his sergeants cackling at his confusion.

"You can't smoke that in here, boss." Ghost had whispered when Price placed a cigar in his mouth.

"I'm not. It's for emotional support." It fueled other peoples assumptions that he was cosplaying a marvel character, is what it was doing.

As was usual for a convention with Simon and his incredible cosplays, they were stopped by tons of people for pictures, and Andy recorded everything.

"Excuse me." Their group turned around to see a man in red, maroon, and gold robes of some sort.

"Oh, cool! Prince Zuko!" Well at least Roach knew who he was.

"Oh, uh, my friends call me Costume An-... You know what? Yeah. Just Zuko works. Can I get a picture of you guys?" Everyone nodded or gave the guy some sort of affirmative, and he turned specifically to Gaz and Ghost. "Do you know the panel where Tim kicks Jason in the balls? Can you do that? It's my favorite."

Soap knew the panel. Gaz knew the panel. Ghost certainly did not. All eyes were on him. He shrugged. "I'm wearing a cup." Gaz had the most feral grin Soap had ever seen him with. In hindsight, that should've been their warning.

"Right, Lt., you're gonna stand here," Gaz placed Ghost with his back to the cameras held by both Zuko and Andy. He used his foot to guide Ghost's stance wider. "Like that. Perfect. Everyone ready?" Gaz had the cheek to wink at Andy's camera.

He reared back.

And gave it everything he had.

That cup could only do Simon so much good.

Everyone winced as Ghost crumpled. "Gaz what the bloody fuck?!"

Price was barely keeping a straight face. He used his hand to grab his cigar and hide his failure. "Haven't heard your voice that high since you enlisted, Simon."

"He's dead." Soap whispered.

"You're dead." Roach informed Gaz as he made his way away from Ghost, who was still crouched on the floor.

"I'm dead." Gaz agreed, albeit with a shit eating grin. "Worth it, though. Bastard used me as a training dummy for forty-five goddamn minutes yesterday!" Soap had seen the aftermath, Ghost was pissed at some rookies and dragged poor Gaz into the ring to blow off some steam. The bruising all over Gaz's body were no joke.

"You said you weren't going to hold it against me!" Ghost wheezed.

"I lied!" Gaz shot back.

"Dude..." Andy definitely felt bad for poor Ghost, as did Soap.

"Man I needed those working." He bemoaned. Talk about foot in mouth, he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Oh, d'you two get your shit together? I'm sorry, I guess." Gaz laid a hand on Soap's shoulder.

"You'll apologize to him and not to me?!" Ghost's voice was marginally less strained and more angry.

"I was apologizing for accidentally cockblocking you two. I didn't know." Well neither did Ghost! John thought angrily.

"WHAT?!"

"GAZ!"

Gaz clearly realized his mistake, because Ghost was on his feet, and Soap himself was fuming at being outed like that. He bolted. Soap gave chase, and could hear Ghost charging after as well.

***

Andy turned to their new buddy, Zuko. "You'll send those to me, right?" He asked.  He didn't really feel like Simon deserved that, but damn was it funny.

"He's gonna be okay, right?" Zuko asked.

"Ghost has taken worse hits. Gaz might need medical leave when they catch him though." Roach said while laughing. Soldiers were weird. But damn tiktok was gonna love this. Maybe they would finally get their shit together after they finish breaking their friend's legs.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare #fanfic #fanfiction #text post #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #cosplay #cosplay au #cod fanart #cod fanfic

[babyjakes]

a real man.

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summary | andy shows you the kind of pleasure jacob will never be able to give you.

pairing | dark!andy barber x jacob’s girlfriend!reader

warnings | DARK!andy!, NON-con, age gap, andy has a big daddy kink (andy referring to himself as ‘daddy’ - andy is daddy af), restraints, crying, fingering, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, squirt!ing, overstim, andy being DARK but like? soft dark :’-), lil bit of mocking, threats, abuse of power/authority, ANDY BARBER IN A WHITE BUTTON DOWN, jacob being a pos bf (and andy rubbing it in reader’s face), a lot of “shhh”’s (idk i just find them hot)

word count | 2,745

requested by anon | CAN YOU IMAGINE dark!dilf!andy taking advantage of jacob’s college gf while she’s trapped alone at home with him?? showing her HOW A REAL MAN eats pussy 😩😱🥵

an | HOLY SHIT I CAN DO MORE THAN IMAGINE D-’: god something about andy barber and an age gap with a lil innocent college girl (like me!!) just makes me feral- thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!!!

The sight of kitchen lights on through the windows of the Barber household fills you with relief as you pull your car up onto the empty driveway, shifting into park and yanking out your keys. Jacob stopped responding to you around noon after the two of you had talked about making plans for the evening, and by the time dinner had rolled around you had begun to get a little worked up.

If he’s home and just ignoring me, at least I’ll be able to confront him face to face, you tell yourself as you open the car door, stepping outside before slamming it shut and hitting the fob to lock it once more. Not that you need to, necessarily; you know the chances of anyone coming along and trying to steal your car are low. The Barbers live in a nice suburban neighborhood; there’s little risk of anything like that happening here.

Walking up the drive and onto the pathway to the front door, you check your phone once more, sighing. Nothing. Honestly, it’s not too surprising, though it frustrates you. Jacob’s not the most… consistent boyfriend. Swallowing down a lump of anxiety formed in your throat, you reach out, pressing the button for the doorbell. Hearing it chime softly inside, only a few moments pass before you see the door handle twisting, opening up to reveal Jacob’s dad, Andy.

“Y/n? Hey, good to see you,” he greets warmly, stepping back and gesturing you inside. Fumbling with your phone in your hands nervously, you nod politely at him. “You looking for Jacob? He’s not around- he should be back soon, though.”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter as you step into the house, slipping off your shoes onto the welcome mat below. “Actually, uh- Jake hasn’t been responding to me all day. Was kind of getting worried, just figured I’d pop over and see if everything’s alright.”

“Oh, he did tell me there was something wrong with his phone battery,” Andy says casually, slipping his hands into the pockets of his dark grey work pants. “He actually just went to the tech store to hopefully get it figured out, shouldn’t be too long at all before he’s back. You’re welcome to stay until then.”

“Oh! That makes sense. Okay,” you say, feeling slightly relieved at the fact that he probably wasn’t ignoring you on purpose all day. “I-I don’t have to stay, I can always-”

“No, no, that’s just fine,” Andy waves you off with a smile. You offer him a small smile back, relaxing slightly at his gentle demeanor. For the several months that you’ve been dating Jacob, you’ve really enjoyed getting to be around Mr. Barber; you just find him to be such a pleasant and mild man and father. “Actually, maybe you can help me. I dropped something down behind the vanity in the master bath; my hands are too big to reach back there and grab it. Think you could give it a go?” he asks hopefully.

“Sure!” you agree, not thinking anything of the request. Nodding thankfully, Andy smiles as he begins leading you up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Really need to put some tape down or something so things quit falling back there,” he shakes his head with a chuckle as he leads you down the hallway and into the large room, pausing to make sure you’re still behind him. Holding the door open for you, he smiles. Nodding politely back at him, you step inside, looking around for the door to the bathroom. Finding it, you begin to step towards it, but you instantly stop when you hear a lock clicking behind you.

Turning back to look at Andy, you see that he’s closed the door to the bedroom behind you two, twisting the lock securely on it before turning back to face you. An immediate sense of dread falls over you as you stare at him, standing there silently in his white button-down and work pants. “M-Mr. Barber?” you ask quietly.

“You can call me Andy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, the pet name causing shivers to run down your spine. Taking a shaky step back, you run into the bed, a faint whimper rising in your throat. “Oh honey, look at those big frightened eyes; it’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he coos, taking a step towards you while beginning to roll up his sleeves.

“I-I thought you-… I-… th-the sink?” you stutter, nausea building in your gut as Andy chuckles softly at you. “I- what are you doing?” you ask softly as he takes another step in your direction, hating how small and weak your voice sounds as it gets lost in the empty air of the room.

“I’ve been waiting quite some time to get you alone, sweet girl,” the tall man hums, dragging his eyes up and down your quivering form as you press your thighs back further against the edge of the mattress behind you. “And now here you are, right in front of me, looking so innocent and terrified… makes me feel bad, honey… though I will admit, part of me just loves the way you look when you’re on the verge of tears.”

“M-Mr.-… A-Andy…” you stumble over your words, blinking quickly to try to clear your eyes of any evidence that you might be on the verge of collapsing into a puddle of sobs.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he says softly, taking the last few steps to bridge the gap between the two of you. Cowering down, you let out a whimper when his hands push against your shoulders, throwing you onto your back against the white duvet. Jolting slightly to the left and then the right, you squirm underneath Andy’s gaze, eyes widening in horror as he reaches down to begin undoing his belt.

“Please, Andy- I-I- please, please don’t do this,” you beg, unable to hold back your tears any longer as they begin rolling freely down your flushed cheeks. Frowning in mock sympathy, Andy furrows his brow at you, almost appearing as if he could be worried about how upset you’re growing.

“Shhh, baby, nothing’s gonna hurt,” he soothes as he leans down over you, grabbing each of your wrists in his large hands and bring them together above your head. You begin to plead in protest, but he quickly speaks over you, cooing, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Just restraining you so you don’t hurt anybody. You’re getting awful worked up, now aren’t you?” You try to struggle against him but it’s no use; you’re clearly no match for him as he binds your wrists together with his belt, placing them firmly above you when he’s finished.

“There,” he beams, trailing his eyes from your head down to your kicking feet with a satisfied smile. “Oh, look at you, sweetheart,” he hums, “so pretty when you cry for me. It’s okay darlin’, know you must’ve been wanting this for so long. S’that right, pretty girl? You been waiting for me to finally make my move on you?” Bringing a hand up to your cheek, Andy brushes his fingers over your tear-soaked skin, causing you to shiver at his nauseating touch.

“N-no,” you state adamantly, “why would I-”

“Shhh, it’s okay, babydoll. I know you could never admit that to me, no. You’re just too sweet and innocent for your own good, aren’t you, honey? Such a good girl, though I’m not so sure you’ll still be once I’m through with you.”

“A-Andy- Mr. B-Barber, I- please, what about Jacob?”

Andy scoffs your question, bringing his thumb up to trail over your wobbling lower lip. “Jacob? You wanna know where Jacob is, honey? He’s out with friends. Has been all day. Nothing’s wrong with his phone; he just doesn’t have the brains to respond to such a deserving girl like you. Always a perfect girl for him, aren’t you? And yet he never seems to give a shit about you in return.”

Whimpering, you lower your eyes, more tears of betrayal stinging in them as you learn the truth about your so-called boyfriend. “But that’s okay baby, y’know why? ‘Cause I’m here to show you how a real man treats such a perfect little thing like you. Starting,” he says, trailing his hand from your mouth down over your neck, “with how good I can make you feel. Even when you’re begging for me to stop.”

With the close of his sentence, Andy’s hand shifts down to cup one of your breasts through your shirt. Wincing, you squirm under his touch, only for him to bring his other hand up to begin untucking the fabric from under your jeans. “Andy, n-no, don’t,” you beg through tears, trying to sound strong, yet failing quite miserably.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you,” he croons, the title he uses for himself making your gut twist in humiliation. “Look at this, already responding so well for me,” he smiles, reaching under your shirt and pinching one of your beaded nipples. Whimpering softly, your cheeks feel like they’ve been set on fire. “Getting all flushed for me now, are you?” he hums. “That’s okay, baby; Daddy knows you can’t help but love it when he touches you like this.”

As Andy’s hands find their way to the clasp on your jeans, a pitiful sob rises up in your throat. “Shhh, sweet girl,” the man soothes as he undoes your button and zipper, gently tugging on the fabric until it falls to the floor beneath the two of you in a useless heap. Gonna make you feel so good. Daddy’s not gonna hurt you baby, just gonna show you what a real man can do to this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Taking you by the waist, Andy scoots you back on the mattress, hands finding your hips and hooking under the elastic band of your panties. “Look at the lace on these, honey,” the sick man says with a smile, admiring the simple look of your white cotton underwear. “Look more like they’re made for a little girl than a beautiful young lady like yourself, though you’ve always been such an innocent little thing, haven’t you?” he smirks before grabbing the fabric over the center of your belly, surprising you by tearing the garment completely in half. A terrified whine escapes your lips as Andy grins down at your thighs as they rub shamefully together, trying to keep him from getting any closer to your most intimate places.

“Now, now, sweetheart, none of that,” Andy shakes his head, grabbing a leg in each hand and shoving them back to bend your knees widely, completely exposing you to his hungry gaze. Choking down a sob, your knees tremble as Andy positions himself down between your wide-spread legs, holding a thigh in each hand to keep you still. “Oh honey,” Andy breathes, his face coming unbearably close to your glistening folds. “Look how wet you are for me,” he coos, the gentleness of his tone only causing you to cry harder.

“Oh, I know,” he fusses, loving the way his mind games have affected you so. “I know it’s so hard, sweetheart, but there’s no need to be embarrassed. Daddy loves how needy you are for him, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he mocks, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as his eyes soak up the view of your beautiful sex.

“N-n-no,” you heave, “n-not that, a-anything but that.”

“What, you don’t wanna give Daddy a taste of this pretty little cunt?” Andy croons with a frown. Using his forearm to still hold your thigh in place, he brings his hand in to gently run a finger through your folds, smiling as you squirm and whimper in panic from his actions. “Bet you taste so sweet, babydoll. Come on now, let Daddy take care of you. Gonna show you how a real man eats pussy.”

And with that, Andy’s returned his hands to your thighs, clasping down hard enough to bruise the tender skin as he buries his face in your aching heat. His lips close around your clit, causing you to squeal as your pussy clenches, overwhelmed by the new sensation. His tongue works wildly over your swollen nub, mouth slurping up your juices as you cry out weakly for him. “No! Andy, please!” you sob, unable to do anything but writhe and wail as he slowly brings you closer and closer to an unwanted precipice.

“What,” he spats harshly against your throbbing flesh, “you don’t wanna cum for Daddy? Well that’s just too bad, sweetheart, ‘cause I’ve been waiting way too fucking long for this to let you go without seeing this cunt explode.” Without warning, Andy shoves two thick fingers inside you, twisting them upward and curling them against your weakest spot. “That’s it,” he grins as he grinds his lips against your burning clit, working his digits faster and faster within you as a terrifyingly familiar pressure begins building in your belly. “Now you’re gonna cum for me sweetheart; cum for Daddy. There you go; there it is, good,” he groans roughly.

And at his words, you have no choice but to obey him, heavy sobs wracking through your body as you squirt out against Andy’s awaiting hand and mouth. He’s sure to continue right on through it, keeping his steady pace of pumping and sucking as you clamp down almost painfully against his dripping fingers. “That’s it,” he praises as your spasms begin to settle, his beard drenched as he pulls away to eye the sight of your over-sensitive pussy.

“P-please, jus’ let me go,” you beg, your voice pitifully weak as you strain your arms against the strong leather of the belt.

Chuckling softly, Andy shakes his head. “Let you go? Why would I do that, pretty girl? Such a mess and we’ve only gotten started, hmm?” he hums as he slowly pulls his fingers out from your folds, bringing them up to circle over your throbbing button. You heave once more at the terrible sensation, your gut still burning from your excruciating orgasm. “Look at you now, so puffy and sore,” Andy coos as he rubs the nub in careful circles, smiling as your body writhes in discomfort. “So sensitive now, bet I could make you cum just by rubbing you like this, huh?” Frantically, you shake your head, but in the end you know that if it’s what Andy wants, at this point it’s probably what he’ll get.

A startled whimper rises out of you as he brings one of his strong hands up to slip behind your head, tilting it forward to make you look down over your quivering tummy at him. “Now here’s what we’re gonna do, sweetheart,” Andy begins evenly, continuing to stroke gently over your bead as it slowly fills with that warm, fuzzy feeling once more. “I am gonna keep rubbing your sensitive little clit until you cum again. And you,” he smiles, “you are gonna sit there and watch me do it.”

Glaring at him through your tears, a complete sense of helplessness washes over you as you gradually feel your body beginning to betray you once more. “Oh, look at that,” Andy muses, delighted at how well you’re responding to his torment. “So close again, already? Wonder what’ll happen if we just-” Carefully, he uses the palm of his hand to tug back on your mound, completely exposing your clit to his tactics as he picks up the pace of his fingers over the slippery bud. “There it is, there’s the spot,” he grins proudly, marveling in the sight of your desperate body attempting to fight off the inevitable. “You can squirm all you want, babydoll, but Daddy’s not stopping ‘til you cum for me again. Come on, sweetheart. Quit fighting it. There you go,” he hums triumphantly as you whine in distress, once again falling over the edge into a mind-blowing climax.

By the time your body has ceased its writhing and spasming, Andy’s pulled away, now standing off to the side of the bed as you attempt to recover your breathing. As soon as you see his hands undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt, your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. “Oh, what?” he asks with a chuckle at your terrified expression. “You really didn’t think I was gonna do all that only to leave you un-fucked, now did you?”

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Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: ~2K Notable Tags: Forbidden Relationship, Age Difference, Size Kink, Verbal Humiliation, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Crying, Mild Dub Con, Breeding Kink, Mention of Squirting, Possessiveness (!!!), Gaslighting, Light Angst at the End A/N: I've been balls deep in my teddy bear daddy andy thoughts lately and sURprISE they are filthy. I've never dabbled in step-relationships before. Heed the tags as this is a bit darker than I usually write, forbidden relationship aside. Seems like I have a thing for Andy Barber in the back of cars. I hope you enjoy! 🧡 Read here on Ao3.

A heavy downpour of rain batters against the windows of your stepfather’s sleek car, thunder cracks across the darkened sky, and yet the shrill sound of your squeal is in no way dampened. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s right— be as loud as you want out here, little girl. Your mama ain’t here to catch you stuffed with your stepdaddy’s dick, is she?”

You shake your head no vehemently, choke on your sob as Andy’s words bounce around your empty skull like marbles, heavy and demanding, just as his cock is inside of your swollen and overused pussy. Your mother’s husband takes your reaction as an answer to his question and less so as a stark denial of your shared and scandalous predicament, as it was intended.

You’re obviously far past the point of being able to deny what is happening between the two of you though. After all, Andy is balls-deep inside of your trembling body, pounding into you with such ferocity you’re certain the car is rocking in its spot hidden on a backroad.

His chuckle is dark in your ear, against your jaw where he nips at it tightly in response to your outward denial. His mouth doesn’t linger long though, both because of the insistent snapping of his hips between your spread thighs and because he’s reached this point. 

You hate how much you love this point.

“Look what you’ve made me fuckin’ do, sweetheart. Look what you’re makin’ Daddy do,” he whispers against your slack mouth, driving his cock against that sweet little spot inside of you again and again and again. Andy’s so big, his cock so thick, that your breath is shoved from your lungs with a pathetic noise each and every time he slides home. His words make your slippery pussy even more wet, the sound of it getting fucked arguably louder than the noises dripping from your lips. 

It’s your fault, it's always your fault. Andy’s told you that from the very beginning of this affair, gets angry each and every time you’re together in such a forbidden and feral way as this, that you’re the reason you and your stepdad do bad bad things together. 

Your head spins where you’re contorted, the two of you taking up damn near every inch of the backseat, leather sticky with your shared sweat, spit, and slick. Your tears. You’re laid out as best you can be, flat on your back where Andy insists you belong, legs pried apart and indecently spread to accommodate the older man’s burly waist.

“V’got no choice but to give this tiny pussy what it’s been askin’ for when you walk around flauntin’ it, when you walk around just beggin’ for it,” he tells you, dropping his weight down on top of you with a guttural noise, the fingers of both hands delving through your hair and holding tight as he ruts into you. “Daddy’s got no choice, baby. Fuck, you understand right, sugar? You know your Daddy’s got no choice but to give this pussy what it needs to stay happy?”

You mewl, loud and long, noise almost mournful. You tell yourself that you hate yourself, that you’re ashamed of each moment that has led up to this one, of your filthy relationship with your stepfather, but even as you whine and sob as you’re stuffed with the biggest dick you’ve ever had, you nod your head and spread your legs impossibly wider. 

“Daddy’s got no ch-choice,” you hiccup, fingers digging into his denim-clad ass, the muscles underneath your grip straining as he grinds down deep between your legs. Your pussy stretches around his girth, that shameful familiarity making your toes curl, making your eyes fight to roll back. You feel trapped in the best, most delicious and bittersweet way possible, dizzy with dick as Andy holds you down and fucks into you at a relentless pace. 

His sac, his balls, are heavy as they slap against the curve of your ass, the show of such masculinity leaving your femininity no choice but to clench and flutter. The boys on campus could never make you feel this way.

“Yeah, this is a Daddy’s responsibility, isn’t it? You walk around in your tiny fuckin’ dresses and your tiny fuckin’ shorts, shirts showin’ your pretty little tits off, just askin’ for somebody to breed this baby pussy right up,” Andy bites out, breath hot and damp against your lips, fingers tightening in your hair. “But this isn’t just anybody’s job, is it?” 

You know exactly what he wants to hear, know the words he’s trained you to say, but words are hard, are so very hard when you’re damn near overstimulated, damn near delirious, ashamed on top of it all. You don’t dare wait too long to answer though, your first attempt coming out slurred and messy, your second attempt sounding stronger. 

“This is Daddy’s pussy,” you mumble, your voice bouncing with each of the older man’s thrusts, impossible heat rising to your cheeks, an even more impossible twist tightening in your core. “S’Daddy’s job, taking…takin’ care of my pussy.�� Andy groans, mouth dropping open as his eyes bounce between your mouth and your bare tits, Andy having yanked the top of your dress down moments before he fucked your mouth in the front seat. He reaches for them then, both hands grabbing and squeezing them in his palms, chin dropping to roughly suck one and then the other nipple into his mouth. 

You lose the battle against the roll of your eyes.

“Nobody feeds this pussy like Daddy does, ain’t that right?” 

“N-nobody, Daddy. No…nobody!” 

Andy growls. 

“You can fall into bed with as many punks as you want while you’re away at school, but they can’t give you what I can. This pussy is greedy, this pussy is needy, a fuckin’ brat. She needs Daddy. She’s always gonna come runnin’ back to Daddy, yeah? Ain’t that right?” 

He’s close. His words alone tell you this, as does the sloppy dig of his hips, his hungry mouth on your nipples forcing you to sob. You hate yourself for how easily you respond, for how easily your pussy responds to his words, his rough treatment close to pulling another orgasm out of you. You tremble underneath him, shake from head to toe as you greedily push your tits up into your stepfather’s hungry mouth. 

You hate that he’s right. 

You hate that you think of him every time you fuck someone at a party or invite someone back to your apartment. You hate that no one makes you come like he does, fucks you like he does, dominates you like he does. He has complete control over your body, almost your mind too, and he knows it. 

You can’t seem to maintain a relationship, can’t bring yourself to date someone, picturing him and yearning for him when you fuck someone. 

And you blame Andy for that. 

But he’d happily take that blame. 

It infuriates you, lights you up from the inside out and pushes you closer towards your orgasm. 

“No, no I—” 

“You what?” he spits, rutting into you sloppily as he growls, pulling your hair back to expose the line of your throat. “You don’t think I own this pussy? You think someone else could claim it? You think you own it?” 

“I don’t, I don’t think—” 

“That’s right— you don’t fucking think. You don’t need to think when you’ve got the tightest, pinkest pussy that needs to be fuckin’ fed by her Daddy every fuckin’ day.” 

You’d like to think that his words aren’t what shove you over the edge, that it’s the press of his cock against your sweet spot, that it’s the way the walls of your pussy remain sensitive from your last orgasm. But as you bite down on your bottom lip to fight the tell of your climax racing through you, you know your orgasm is indeed because of his words and the way they echo with possessiveness and ownership. 

You come apart in an instant, crushing pleasure breaking you down, racing through every last crevice of your body.

His hand is around your throat then, his mouth pressed tightly to yours as he chuckles darkly, as he fucks you through your not-so-secret orgasm. 

“Daddy…!”

“That’s fuckin’ right— this is Daddy’s pussy, little girl. The sooner you learn that the better.”

Your whine is long and drawn out, mournful as you easily give into Andy’s kisses, his tongue, his cock. It’s harder for you to breathe with his own fingers digging into the skin of your neck and with another few pounds of his hips, you’re gasping into his mouth, reaching to wrap your own hand around his wrist. Your pussy sobs, your pussy aches. It’s too much, so much, and you start to tear up and thrash underneath Andy’s body, free hand betraying you as you press it against his ass.

“Fuck, it’s your favorite part, baby,” he pants, hand around your throat not letting up. “Daddy’s ready to come.” 

You might come again, fuck.

“Take your Daddy’s load, pretty girl. Take it all, every last drop. Been savin’ it all for you, milk it outta Daddy’s balls, come on.”

“Oh god, oh god…!”

The angle of the last of Andy’s thrusts are sharp, movement grinding his shaft against your clit to the point of pain, to the point of chaotic sensation. One orgasm seems to roll into the next, the beginning of your stepfather’s climax setting your own impossible one off. Your hand falls from holding his ass and his wrist, your neck goes lax, your eyes roll back into your head. You’re pure feeling, pure sensation, a hole. You love it. You hate how much you love the orgasms your mother’s husband gives you, the way he fucks you, the way he fills you up with his come. 

You don’t realize Andy’s teeth are dug into your shoulder until you come to, head spinning as Andy groans and harshly fucks his hips forward, pressing in tight, too tight. 

“You think about this,” Andy pants into your ear, fingers of one hand stroking along any part of your body he can reach, greedily grabbing and pulling at your tits, your hips, your waist. “You think about this when you’re with anybody else. That the pussy they’re about to enjoy has a Daddy. That they can take your pussy however they want, but at the end of the day, she’s taken.”  

Taken. 

You embrace the fuzziness of your brain, the slowed echo of your thoughts, and don’t think too deeply about his words or his claim on you; that’s not something you wish to think about in this moment or ever. 

Sticky between your thighs, sore already, Andy plants kiss after kiss along your neck as he always does when your time together is coming to a close. But when he goes to pull away, you find yourself wrapping your arms around his back and pulling him into you. You’re surprised when he doesn’t question you or poke fun at you. You both know that leaving to go back to school at the close of the summer is difficult for you, but you both know that you’ll never share feelings like this outloud. 

You’re grateful he doesn’t pull away, grateful that he lets you hold onto him a little longer. 

Of course he knows when you’re finally ready to leave. And in place of the usual filthy comment or direction about what is to happen when you both arrive back home, you’re surprised when he questions, “You’re ready to go home?”

No. 

“Yes.”

Andy sighs into your ear. 

“Let’s go home then.”

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[manias-wordcount]

hiiiii!!! if you are still taking requests, could you write a jealous spike spiegal. where reader is talking to someone and he gets upset and admits his feelings. :)))

Name of the Game (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢 𝗔𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛 𝗜 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗢𝗬 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟮𝟮, 𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 :)

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

“He took you back to his place, didn’t he?”

  You swear you’ve never seen him look so pissed. 

  You didn’t believe in Andy at first. A bounty hunter who doubled as an actual cowboy? Who rode around on a horse and donned the hat and everything? There was just no way. It sounded like too good of a laugh to be true. So you poked at and teased Spike all you could before Ed proved the existence of such a character. But even then, you had a hard time taking the claim seriously. Not with all the grumbling and mumbling Spike did about the infamous ‘Andy the Cowboy.’ 

  That was until you and Faye ran into him a couple of hours ago.

  Now you’ve got a good feeling of why this Andy guy was kicked out of his organization so quickly. And you’ve also got a general feeling of why Spike doesn't like him so much too. Every minute spent went with the little blonde prick felt like a minute too long. But now that you’ve back from the lion’s den, it seems like your troubles are far from over. 

  But that’s just the name of the game.

  Sometimes, you really want to believe that Sometimes, it seems a little hopeful to say that you know Spike. Little things can make him annoyed. Big things can make him uncaring. Never a reason, never a rhythm, never a rhyme with him. That’s just how it’s always been. But you do live with him. You’ve seen him happy, sad, and annoyed before. Angry, tired, sleepy, or hungry too. It’s what you go through being aboard a ship like the Bebop for days and days and days. 

  But the way he clenches his jaw at you this time is fierce. The way rigid and stiff way he holds himself is demanding of attention. Authority. And the flame that lives in his eyes? Somehow it burns brighter than you’ve ever seen it before. And you’ve seen danger before. You live it every day by being a bounty hunter. It’s just what you’ve lived for. Though now that you’re home, you thought you could let your guard down. You thought you could skate by the rest of this tiring ordeal once you’ve gotten to lay down your weary head and rest for the night. 

  If only you knew how wrong you were going to be. 

  He cornered you on your way back to your room. He moved silently. Waiting until the moment you were out of sight from the others to pin you against your door. Like he was stalking prey. Completely unlike the carefree and lazy Spike you’ve grown close to after all this time. In fact, you hadn’t even heard him get up after you announced to the rest of the crew that you were changing out the clothes you had borrowed. Just how closely was he following you back there? Why weren’t you able to see and hear him? You know all his tricks. You know all his moves. So why…no, how were you unable to detect him?

  “Well?” He’s prompting you after you spend seconds searching his face as if it could provide you with the answer in complete silence. The word is half-baked into a snarl. Something ugly and mean. Something scary and cold and almost feral. Something you don’t want to mess with. And yet… “He took you back to his place, didn’t he?”

  Something that excited you like you couldn’t believe.

  “He did.” You try slowly, clearly pronouncing your words despite your quiet tone of voice. You tread carefully. As of right now, you’re only vaguely aware of what’s gotten him so pissed off. To you, Spike has always been a wild card. Always unpredictable, and always just a step ahead of you and the others. So while this sudden change in personality has gotten you intrigued, you can’t help but feel the need to be cautious. “Is that a problem?”

  He doesn’t answer you. Not at first, at least. Did this side of Spike always exist? A side of him that was less playful and quick to laze around. A side of him that was more intimidating than you thought possible of the man who never failed to make you smile? You couldn’t be sure. For now, you’re counting the seconds from when the last words left your lips. You’re biting your tongue, adverting your eyes, and trying hard not to think of how he’s pressed against you. How your chests match each other’s rise and fall. How he’s leaning over you, arm pressed against the wall above your above. How his breath tickles your ear as he leans closer and closer and somehow, impossibly closer.

“Did he hurt you?”

  That’s it. That’s all he manages to utter out against your ear and that’s it. You don’t like how he doesn’t give you a clear answer. You don’t. But what you like even less than that is the way the low hum of his voice sends you gasping quietly into the dark corner of the hallway he has you trapped in. And the way the hand ghosting over your hip sends your heart beating like you’re some type of school girl. In fact, you hate it. You hate it, you hate it, you hate it. 

  “He didn’t. He-” You find yourself starting before cutting yourself off halfway through your sentence as your thoughts take a turn. It’s your turn to square your jaw and gives a glare. Does he know? Does Spike know? Is he aware of all that he’s doing to you right now? Is he aware of how he makes your heart race with just one smile? Or how he makes you feel the safest you’ve ever been just being by your side? Does he know? You can’t rule it out. There’s a chance he’s toying with you- all because of his ego. There’s a chance that all the times and signs you thought were bringing you closer to him were just because he was bored. There’s a chance none of it was real. But you don’t know that. You won’t know that. Unless you set him off. “Andy…Andy was nothing short of a gentlem-”

  “Don’t.”

  It’s a sharp word. Perhaps even sharper than the knife that weighs heavily on your leg. But somehow, it’s at its sharpest when coming from the mouth of one with a silver tongue. It’s whispered harshly. Full of anger and defeat. Though when you look at his face, you can tell what emotion grows stronger? Which emotion grows deeper? The only hint you’re given is that he’s shaking. In fury or frustration, you can’t tell. That unreadable expression of his gives you no mercy as his stare holds yours. Dark brown eyes that hold secrets. Dark brown eyes that hold stories. And maybe, just maybe…

  Dark brown eyes that will give you answers to all your questions too. 

  “Don’t what, Spike?” Your question just barely leaves your mouth in a hushed breath. “Spike…don’t what?”

  He’s shivering. His breath comes out in stutters, and his eyes are screwed shut as if he couldn’t bear to look at you. Due to your words. Due to your closeness. Due to his restlessness, you can’t tell. You just can’t. You’ve seen him happy and sad and angry and tired. You’ve seen him every kind of way but it’s never been like this. Never. He’s unpredictable. He always was. But at the end of the day? 

  He’s still your Spike.

  “Don’t say anyone else’s name.” Especially his. The request is implied, but you have more to think about now that the answer finally emerges from him. The white flag raises itself. It surges forward from his lips as a final plea. Prisoner’s last rites. It dips and traces it away across your neck, giving in and choosing honesty. And you let it happen. You let all of it happen. Even the hand above your head that teases its way into your hair. Even the long fingers find their home there, tangling themselves in the mess left over from a masquerade party-turned terrorist event. Even the hand that no longer floats above your hip but rather holds on to it as if nothing else is left for it. Nothing left but you… “Don’t say anyone’s name but mine.” 

  “Even if they’re good to you.”

  …And the kiss he’s dangerously close to playing on your lips.

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[rhoorl]

Week in Review | September 17

Another week in the books! My Sunday started off early and abruptly as my daughter got sick all over herself and her crib 😬 She seems to be in good spirits (even though we're on three outfit changes and counting. We've also gone through a full roll of paper towels and a package of water wipes). Hopefully, she can get over whatever stomach bug this is quickly. Never a dull moment …

I spent the majority of the last week away from home for work. The week went well, for the most part, and I’m glad my big events are finally done. 

I didn’t get much writing done, but I got a good amount of reading in!

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts I've sung the praises of this TLOU/TF crossover before and finally caught up on the latest chapters while at the airport!

(Some kind of) addiction by @legendary-pink-dot In a little under 700 words I fell even more in love with Frankie, I just want to give him a hug. 

To the Bride and Groom by @linzels-blog An unexpected addition to the Just a Number series, this was such a cute look into the bachelor and bachelorette parties. I don't want to spoil it, but the shirts the boys had made are hilarious and so on brand.

Joel Miller

The Hunted by @patti7dc - Finally got around to reading this which has been on my TBR list for a while. It's a little spooky and a little smutty with a twist I didn't see coming!

Javier Peña

It's Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest I love this series with sweet fluffy Javi. The latest chapter cracked me up because as someone who grew up in the Midwest Osita's family reminded me so much of people I knew growing up.

Marcus Pike

I'm fully entrenched in the Pike Puddle thanks to @secretelephanttattoo and these two fics..

Personal Best Super cute run in with Marcus, a dog, and some jazzy gloves. 

Open Mic Night Marcusssss in a band. That it all. That's the recap.

Tim Rockford

Private Dick by @wardenparker and @absurdthirst - I'm pretty sure this was my first Tim Rockford fic and I'm hooked. Tim was so body-positive and supportive in this!

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels

The House by @gemmahale continues to be such a great read. I can't wait to learn more about the history between Andie and Jack.

Dieter Bravo 

Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings My companion in the Dieter Dumpster. I eagerly await the chapter teasers to try and suss out what’s happening next. This is such a great story and I have been hooked since the beginning. 

Ezra 

Exposed by @maggiemayhemnj Fresh off my watch of Prospect, I was excited to read this beautiful story. I loved the way everything was pieced together…what a great first fic, congrats on posting! 👏

Mr. Ben

Visiting by @ladamedusoif This continues to be such a joy to read. I absolutely love these two and the little world around them. 

Benny Miller

How Good It Is by @wildemaven This is a continuation from another fic and it is so good! I love seeing where the relationship between these two is going!

Things I watched:

Like many of us, The Sixth Gun entered my life this week and took it by storm. Agent Ortega is … something. And I promptly added a few fics I saw pop up to my TBR, so expect those in weeks to come. But seriously, how does this man make a bowler hat look this good?

I watched WW84 on the plane – it had been a while since I spent time with Max Lord. When I got home, I streamed Prospect. I recruited my husband to watch it with me. Now that I have Ezra fresher in my brain, I’m looking forward to reading some of his fics.

I also watched The Gentlemen, which has Charlie Hunnam in it among others. If you are familiar with Guy Ritchie movies then you'll like this, it has several tropes from his other films. 

Posts from this week:

A big thank you to @morallyinept who has compiled a few master lists of Pedro character fics. I felt so honored to have Working Title make the Dieter list!

Feral corner:

Young Joel continues to run rampant on my feed like here and here - sorry not sorry. Thank you to @trulybetty for being my go-to Young Joel ™️ aficionado.

There were those series of gifs of Javi. And thank you @wildemaven for pointing out how he bites her lip in the third one, my brain short circuited after that realization. Speaking of Javi, this kiss will always make me 🫠

I also had some thots after seeing Tim and his holster again. How cute is Pedro in these Strange Way of Life photos? I see Dieter when I look at them, but then again that fool is always on my mind. This man also is incapable of taking a bad photo, especially if it's in black and white. 

And finally, in a late addition, @mysterious-moonstruck-musings brought this video of Oscar Isaac prepping for his role of MoonKnight into my life. 

Things I'm excited for:

My husband and I are celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary in a few weeks and we finally made our plans to celebrate. We’re going to be doing a behind-the-scenes tour of the TLOU Halloween Horror Nights house at Universal Studios! I can’t wait to see all of the details and hidden Easter eggs. We’re taking the whole day off of work while our daughter is at daycare. Let the countdown begin! 

Fic updates:

If everything goes well, I plan on publishing the next chapter of Working Title by Monday 9/18, and then Delta Landscaping sometime during the week (for those who were curious about Santi, we’ll find out what he was up to). I also have a Frankie one-shot I’ve been working on here and there that I may actually post this week. I’ve tossed around the idea of that story being in the Delta Landscaping universe, but we’ll see … it could also just be left as a one-shot separate from that world.

Yay! You made it all the way to the end of my ramblings, thank you for reading! Hope you have a great week! 

#rhoorl week in review #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[buildarocketboys]

nothing comes as easy as you

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fall Out Boy, Bandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley Additional Tags: Smut, Wet Dream, Coming In Pants, Dry Humping, physical violence, baby Patrick is a pent up little ball of horny rage, he basically has a horny meltdown no I'm not sorry, Teenage Patrick, Album: Take This to Your Grave (Fall Out Boy), Pete is a martyr to the cause of getting Patrick off, Dreams vs. Reality, Biting, Hurt/Comfort, feral teenage patrick can't be tamed, until he comes in his pants and is really embarrassed about it

Summary: Pete has a wet dream, squished between Patrick and Joe in the van, and wakes up to find Patrick glaring at him. Patrick can't take this shit anymore, and he wants Pete to know about it. Pete takes everything that Patrick dishes out. Read here on AO3

The hips he has his fingers pressed into are so soft that at first, Pete is sure the person he's straddling is a woman.

Then he opens his eyes and- oh.

It's Patrick.

This is kinda weird, Pete thinks, as he thrusts in and out of his best friend. But then Patrick opens his eyes for a moment, squinting up at Pete without his glasses. He sees who it is, that it's Pete, and smiles angelically up at him. Pete smiles back and thrusts into him at a slightly different angle, and Patrick moans. He goddamn moans.

So Pete decides to just go with it; this is kind of how he always imagined it going anyway. If the two of them ever-

Usually he stops that thought before it can go any further, but in his subconscious, when he's dreaming, or just when his brain wants to torture him with thoughts of what he can't have and shouldn't want. But right now, Patrick is smiling and groaning beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, so Pete allows himself to indulge, for once.

He always thought it would be like this, taking Patrick by the hand and showing him the delights of getting carnal with another dude. Patrick opening up before him, soft as cream, except the one part of him which is hard as a rock.

Except then he comes, and his eyes fly open, and he's in the van wedged between Joe and Patrick, the latter of whom is staring at him - glaring at him.

Pete's eyes fly open and meet Patrick's, who's been staring at him a little too intensely as he writhes and moans in the back of the van.

Pete twists round to check if Joe has been party to this too, but he's still asleep. The man can sleep through anything. Then Pete turns round to face Patrick again.

"Jesus," Patrick says, with a little too much feeling and something like disgust, and shame curls in Pete's eyes. Fuck, Patrick thinks, and punches the wall of the van hard enough to make a sound, but he's not sure if his violent reaction is due to watching Pete experience a wet dream when Patrick hasn't jerked off for days, or from seeing the humiliation in Pete's eyes and knowing it's his fault.

The semi in his pants might also have something to do with it, but Patrick tries to ignore that.

"You OK, Patrick?" Pete says timidly, almost sweetly, like he didn't just come in his pants in front of Patrick.

Oh, and now the semi is a full hard on and when Pete glances down he can tell, because when he looks up at Patrick's face again he's smirking.

And suddenly Patrick can't take it anymore - living in a van, no privacy, no space, playing shows to hostile or non-existent audiences, trying to jerk off quietly in a bathroom the one night in free they can afford a hotel room, trying to get some sleep in a space that's way too cramped for four guys to share, and always, always, Pete's face smirking up at him, like this all a game, or some big joke to him.

Before Pete or either of the others can react, Patrick has pushed Pete onto the floor and straddled him, punching him right in his smirking little face.

Joe's awake now, and Andy too - Joe protests and Andy gets up to haul Patrick off Pete, but Pete just shakes his head.

"Let him get it out of his system," Pete says serenely, like he isn't talking about Patrick beating the shit out of him. Andy stands there, unsure what to do, as Patrick rains down blows on Pete's face and shoulders, but he must just shrug and sit down, leaving them to it, since nobody attempts to stop Patrick.

Maybe he's rutting against Pete's thigh at the same time, but nobody else has to know that, do they?

Nobody else but Pete, who definitely knows, who can definitely feel Patrick's boner rubbing against him like he's trying to create enough friction to start a fire with his dick, who's still smirking up at him past the fat lip Patrick's just given him.

He scratches ineffectually at Pete's neck and shoulders and chest as everything comes to a crescendo, his anger and his orgasm, and when he comes he sinks his teeth into Pete's neck to stifle his moan.

When it's over, he lets Pete go and sits up, breathing heavily. He glances up at Andy and Joe, who are pointedly not looking at them, and then back down to Pete, who raises his eyebrows at him, as if he didn't also just come in his pants.

Then Pete eases himself up slightly, and puts his hand on Patrick's shoulder, very firmly. His touch grounds Patrick somehow, and he's back on Earth, on the floor of the van, instead of in a red haze of anger and arousal.

"You OK, Patrick?" he says again, with such tenderness and care that Patrick almost starts crying, and finally notices the bruises and scratches and bleeding lip that he's left on his best friend.

"Oh my God, Pete," he says, looking down at the carnage he's caused and scooting away, standing up and holding his hands up like he's innocent, even though he is absolutely, one hundred percent guilty. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, oh my God."

"Patrick," says Pete quickly, sitting up properly. "Patrick, it's fine."

"Fine? Fine?! Pete, I just beat you up!" And came from dry humping your leg, he thinks, but he can't deal with that right now. Better to just focus on the thing in front of him, the thing they can talk about in front of Joe and Andy. Which is Pete. Hurt. By him.

Pete gets up real quick, but then approaches Patrick slowly, carefully, like he's a spooked horse. "Patrick, I promise it's OK. I let you. You needed to get it out of your system."

"Yeah but- but not like that," says Patrick, his face white. He opens his mouth to apologise some more, but Pete interrupts him.

"We need a hotel night," he announces. The other two protest, complaining about the expense and how they're not due another hotel night for the next two days, but Pete cuts them off. "No," he says, glancing at Patrick. "We can't spend another night in this van together, we're all going crazy." Which means Patrick's going crazy, he knows, and hangs his head. "I'll pay for it myself," he says, "let's just find somewhere to stay."

"Pete, no, you don't have to do that," Patrick says, feeling his face burn red with embarrassment. This is his fault; everyone else can handle sleeping in a van for nights on end without going insane and attacking their bandmate, why can't he? Now Pete's gonna spend money he can't afford, just because Patrick is a whiny little baby who can't control his emotions, and-

Pete grips his hand and Patrick's thoughts just stop. "I think I do," Pete says, with a stern look, but it's belied by the softness with which Pete is stroking his thumb across the knuckles of his balled fist.

They drive to a hotel in the nearest town that doesn't look to sketchy or too upmarket, and Pete goes in to enquire about the room. Patrick follows him, needing to apologise properly.

"Pete, I'm sorry," he says, yet again. "Pete, stop, look, let me apologise properly."

Pete turns toward him with a half smile. "You already did," he says. "Look, Patrick, it's not just you, we're all going insane in there. One of us had to break first."

"Yeah but...the others wouldn't have hit you. Or, y'know," he mumbles, the tips of his ears going red, "the other thing." Pete is still smiling, a little bit, but he also looks sad, and Patrick kinda hates it when Pete is sad. "We're still best friends, right?" he can't help asking in a small, tight voice, chin tucked into his chest so he doesn't have to see Pete's expression.

"Yeah, Patrick," Pete says, ruffling Patrick's hair, "We're still best friends."

When Patrick dares to look up again, Pete is grinning at him, so he thinks maybe they're gonna be OK.

"I don't know why I get like that," he explains, following Pete to the hotel reception, "it's just the enclosed space and all the guys and the van and the smells and-" You, he thinks. You drive me crazy and I don't understand why, 'cause I love you more than pretty much anyone else I've ever met. In fact maybe it's because I love you more than anyone else I've ever met.

Pete just shakes his head and nudges Patrick with his shoulder, and then turns to the lady at the desk and asks if they've got any rooms.

Usually they just get one room and bunk in together - it's better than sleeping in the van, but not by much. But this time Pete asks for two rooms and when Patrick looks at him quizzically, Pete just ignores him and fills out the booking form.

The lady hands Pete two key cards, and Pete hands one to Patrick.

"You can go now if you want, get some rest. Room 26."

Patrick is confused. "You gonna come and knock on my door later, then?"

Pete shrugs. "I mean, I can if you want company. But I thought I'd just bunk with the guys, give you some space. You need it. And rest, proper rest, Patrick, or you'll fall asleep on stage like you used to in math class. And don't try to say you didn't, your mom told me!"

Patrick snorts lightly in amusement, feeling relief roll over him like a wave. His own space, privacy, a bed he doesn't have to share with four other guys. A shower! Patrick is overcome with gratitude by Pete's gesture, and Pete must read it on his face (or maybe in the way his whole body has relaxed after days of being taut as a guitar string about to snap).

"You're welcome," he says. "Now go and get some sleep."

Patrick just nods and watches his best friend walk back out into the night to Andy and Joe.

Then he turns on his heel and heads down the hallway to sink into a blessed, peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

#peterick #pete wentz #patrick stump #fob #fall out boy #bandom #smut fic #smut #my writing #sorry this scenario has been living in my mind rent free so I had to write this to get it out #except im not sorry at all - enjoy 😜

[zairaalbereo]

Happy The Old Guard (2020) anniversary!! would you care to share your own favorite creation and/or recommend one by someone else to celebrate?

Happy to share some of my personal favourites among the incredible artwork gracing the TOG fandom. Especially some that maybe haven’t been as widely shared as others:

Monk Nicky by @artgroves — this one has touched me from the moment I saw it and never let me go. The yearning! And there’s a beautiful Yusuf to go with it and one of them both. These pieces are beyond beautiful, and I was so happy to match some words to them.

Nile and Nicky on a mission looking dashing by @beepbeepsan — can’t get over the fabric. It’s insane! Both of them look beautiful. And the colour!?

Joe and Nicky with Tattoos by @begaydocrime-nickyjoe — this one is just so full of warmth and happiness and laughter. I want to live in this art. Joe’s hair is amazing! Please treat yourself!

Drowning by @hachinana87 — screaming, crying, throwing up. This is the one that always gets me.

Cuddles by @hesnotmy — they capture such an intimacy and love and warmth. Beautiful moments of Joe and Nicky being JoeandNicky.

Pray by @hoax1918 — it’s the quiet moments and the forehead touches!

Ghost Joe by @isabellehemlock — this has such a light and mysterious vibe and Nicky clinging to Joe is just heart-wrenching.

Nicky and Joe with flowers by @ournextdoorneighbor — it’s the vulnerability and the dichotomy of these warriors and the delicate flowers, and it just makes me feral.

Mamma Mia by @non-un-topo — this is just so hilarious and I can hear the song looking at the art!

Line cooks Nicky and Nile by @linaxart — It’s exquisite! The beauty of the mundane but also the colours and the lighting!? It looks like a stained glass window. With garbage cans. And that just makes me want to kneel down and worship this art.

Ange de Goussinville by @sassy-wartime-nun — Maybe the best Andy I know. The depth and perspective! *chef’s kiss*

Midnight by @seanchaidh7 — I love this one! The pose and their hands intertwined. It’s like a dream, a little wild, but beautiful.

Joe and Nicky and bathtubs by @shirohasu1 — one of many favourites. But I can’t resist a man in a bathtub. And the style is just so amazing in its simplicity. Love them.

There are many more, by these artists and others. Give TOG artists some love on this anniversary! 🥰

As for some favourites of mine…

Morning Coffee, Breathing Underwater, Holding on to You , Waterbound, Glasses are hot

#the old guard #art by other talented people #tog fandom is amazingly talented #tog fanart #asks #tog anniversary

[firstprince-history-huh]

Fic Rec Friday

This week’s theme: Rec a fic that starts with the same letter as your username (or, if you like, a part of your username).

The rules: Tag a fic that starts with the same letter as your username and describe why it’s so good / how it has a hold on you. Then tag some people to see what everyone else is reading. Spread the love! Please tag @welcometololaland or tag #fic rec friday so she can compile the masterlist.

I was tagged by @welcometololaland & @irispurpurea ❤💕

So for this I'm going with the fics that begin with the same letter as my Tumblr username & also my ao3 username because I've got good ones based on both!

So here we go:

911 Lone Star:

Fire Meet Gasoline by @howtosingit

An amazing firefighter!Carlos AU in which he gets transferred to the 126. It is a fantastic fic & I love the character portrayals! Such a wonderful fic & I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

Forever Will Never Be Long Enough (With You) by falloutmars (not sure if they have a Tumblr)

It's a Tarlos honeymoon fic. Some teasing & swimming pool shenanigans which are simply so 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Find Another Dose by @paperstorm

A 1x09 missing moments fic. TK in his feral cat boy era. A heartbreaking, sad & such an AMAZING fic! Also, Gwyn in this! It made me miss her so much! This was one of those 'This makes me want to hug TK so much' fics. Or as someone else said in the comments, "He needs a Carlos-shaped hug''.

Delicate by @paperstorm

A 1x06 missing moments fic. It has smut with feelings (my favourite kind of smut). Both boys are obviously developing feelings but they're not going to talk about it. The fic was so achingly beautiful it wrecked me. The way Andie has mixed in the feels is 🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤

RWRB:

Forgiveness (Can You Imagine) by viciouslyqueer (I don't know if they have a Tumblr)

A FirstPrince talk of rings & proposals with a little bit of angst. I had so many feels about this! It's si lovely & beautiful & amazing!

Hashtag Soulmates by @everwitch-magiks

A copywriter!Henry & legal advisor!Alex AU. It has literally all my favourite fanfic tropes! And that one particular chapter which has a moment which is so meta I just love it! And all the references & easter eggs in that chapter!

For One Night Only by @indomitable-love

A Catherine/Arthur fic. The meet-cute 🤣🤣😂😂

All the talk of grief made me think of it as foreshadowing. All the parallels! George's story 🥺🥺🥺🥺

The name origin for Beatrice & then after reading the fic, I realized this was also a Henry name origin story! 🥹🥹🥹❤❤❤

For All The World To See by @everwitch-magiks

An FirstPrince neighbor AU with actor!Alex & author!Henry. The fic references! And all the secrets which eventually do come out & lead to the angst! And then the happy ending! 🥺🥺🥹🥹❤❤

Faster, Higher, Stronger by @everwitch-magiks

A FirstPrince sports AU where they're both ice-skaters. So amazing & brilliant & beautiful! I loved it so much! Also, this is the fic that lead me to take an interest in ice-skating. The number of YouTube videos I've watched of Nathan Chen flawlessly executing his routines because of this!

Forever Yrs, For Evermore by @indomitable-love

A FirstPrince lake house proposal fic. It's so beautiful & soft & sexy & lovely all at the same time! I think this is one of the first fics I remember reading for this fandom!

Not sure who hasn't done this yet, but no pressure tagging: @ladytessa74 @sarnagati @jordanshenessy @fangirl-paba @detective-giggles @paperstorm @goodways @first-kanaphan @actuallysara @actual-sleeping-beauty & anyone who wants to participate!

#fic rec friday #911 lone star #tarlos #911 lone star fic #rwrb #red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic #firstprince fic

[cevansbrat0007]

Feral

Summary: You return from dropping off the girls at Grandma’s house, only to find that your husband has been raiding your library. Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Feral Andy Barber, Possessive Reader, Breeding Kink, Marking Kink, Chase Kink, Cursing, Daddy Kink, Smut, Talk of Werewolves, Minors DNI

A/N: Still stuck in a hospital bed, but hopefully I get to go home tonight. Enjoy the smut! As always, I’d love your feedback. All mistakes my own.

___

You’d just gotten back from dropping the girls off at grandma’s house. While you would miss them, you knew they needed time with Grandma Lisa, who was always so happy to see them. She spoiled them to no end.

And that is one of the many, many reasons you loved your mother-in-law.

Besides, having your babies out of the house meant that you’d have some time to reconnect with your man. Wherever he was.

“Andy?” You call out. “Baby, where are you?” You walk around the house looking for your husband.

Only to see him stroll out of his study with what looked like several books in his hand, wearing nothing more than a pair of light gray sweatpants that left very little to the imagination.

While your man has always been covered in tattoos, your eyes can’t help but immediately flit to the newest additions. He’d gone and gotten you and your daughters’ names inked on his chest, just below his heart.

“Like what you see, baby?” He purrs.

You lick your lips at the sound of his deep, sexy voice. “Always.”

God, this man was a menace. After all these years, he still managed to drive you wild. And now that he was rocking a little gray in his beard? Shit. You wanted his ass all of the time.

“Whatcha got there, Big Man?” You ask, gesturing towards the books in his hand.

“Oh, these? I got sick of my own books so I decided to raid your library. I needed a little change, you know? Wanted to cleanse my palate.” He says with a devilish wink.

Uh, this could not be good.

“So, after a little debate I decided to go with one of those paranormal series you seem to love so much. Wanted to see what all of the hype was about. This one was all about werewolves finding their fated mates.”

As he slowly begins to advance on you, you give into the primal part of your brain that is screaming for you to back away from the predator.

“Oh, yeah?” Your voice comes out a little shakier than you would like.

“Tell me, Y/N. Do you think we’re fated mates, or do you think your true mate is still out there somewhere waiting for you? I’m curious.” He growls softly.

You keep moving backwards, your gaze never leaving his heated one.

“I, uh, um.” You stutter.

“Answer the question, baby.”

“You’re my mate, Andrew. I believe that we were always meant to be together. We were always meant to find each other.”

Andy’s lips purse as he considers your answer. “I agree.”

“You know what else I like about these books? I love the fact that the females are feisty. They value their freedom and won’t hesitate to run from their mates to preserve their way of life.”

Your pulse is pounding in your ears.

“You ran from me, remember? Made me chase you.” He growls. “These females make their men work for it, so when they finally catch them, they’re willing to submit. I like that their submission is earned and freely given.”

Your island bumps into the corner of the kitchen island.

“Their submission is a gift. You give me that gift all the time. But you still make me work for it.”

“Only because you’ve earned it. I give it to you freely because you’ve earned it and I know you won’t abuse it.” Comes your breathy response. You could feel your nipples harden and pussy grow damp.

“Thank you for that gift - I promise to always cherish it. I’m a lucky man with a beautiful little mate.” Your husband flashes you a wolfish grin.

“Moving on, the men in these books feel compelled to mark their mates. They sink their canines into their female’s neck during the heat of the moment so that every male will know that she’s taken.” He continues to stalk you, his movements controlled and measured.

Your back collides with the kitchen table, prompting you to regroup and change directions. You needed to get to the living room and figure out your next move.

“I’ve wanted to mark you for a long time, my love. Did you know that? Did you know that I used to wish that I could tattoo myself, my name, all over your beautiful skin?” His words come out harsh, making you shiver.

You shake your head “no”.

“That urge was satisfied each time I filled your belly with my babies. It let every man know that you were mine. That you belonged to me. I’d love to fill you with my baby again, if you’d let me. Will you let me, Y/N?” Your man’s eyes are glazed over with lust.

Your throat is dry and your body aches - it wants his attention and it wants it now. Still, you don’t stop moving.

“Will you let me mark you again? Will you let me fill you with my pup?” His tone is somewhere between a purr and a growl.

“Ye-yes, Andy. I - I will let you mark me again. I want everyone to know who I belong to, that I’m yours.”

Wait. Were you really agreeing to have another baby?

“I can’t wait to fill you up. To watch your belly grow.”

You could almost swear that his muscles were swelling as his entire demeanor grew more and more feral.

Rolling his shoulders, he flashes you dark smirk.

“Run.”

You don’t have to be told twice. Turning, you take off, your short legs moving as fast as they can. You can hear him right behind you.

You make it as far as the den before he tackles you to the ground. He rolls to his back, ensuring that his body takes the brunt of the impact.

Giving into the primal urge that had been guiding you this entire time, you begin to struggle. He flips you both over, but you don’t stop. You continue to fight and buck against him, your sharp nails raking their way down the bare skin of his back.

“That’s it, baby. I love it when you fight me, just like the men in those books.” He lets out a dark chuckle.

Somehow, you manage to throw a leg over his hip and use your momentum to once again flip your bodies so that you are on top.

You glare at him, before leaning down to sink your teeth into flesh of his neck. Hard. Right where the tendon meets his shoulder.

“Go on.” Andy growls. “Mark me, little mate.” He rasps.

You suck on his neck, ensuring he’d end up with a bruise.

Eventually letting go, you move down his body to slide his sweatpants down his narrow hips and off of his body. Of course your man was going commando.

But your focus immediately shifts to his big, fat cock. You longed to take him in your mouth, to chase that long thick vein with your tongue.

Instead you wrap your hand around him. “Mine.” You growl with a squeeze. Just as you lean down to suck him, he drags you back up his body.

Andy yanks your shirt over your head. He goes to undo the clasp of your bra, only to get frustrated. So he simply rips the fabric in two.

But you’re too far gone to care.

You make quick work of your shorts and panties so that you’re bare beneath him.

He parts your thighs and buries his face into your sopping wet cunt, inhaling your earthy scent. And then he moves back up your body to give you a swift, bruising kiss. You moan into, dragging your nails down his back once more. Marking him.

He surges into you with one quick, hard thrust - making you scream. And then he starts to move. Your hands go to grab his ass, silently encouraging your Big Man to go as deep as possible.

“Gonna fill you up so good!” He snarls as he throws one leg over his muscles shoulder.

“Ahhhh!” You cry out when his cock makes contact with special spot inside of you.

“That’s it, baby! Milk me. Milk Daddy’s cock!” A thin sheen of sweat coats his big body.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” His hips keep going, pounding your tight, wet pussy. “I can feel you in my belly, Daddy!”

“Uh huh.” Andy grunts. “I know how to take my cunt.”

“I’m about to give you my baby! You fucking hear me, Y/N?” His rhythm starts becoming erratic, letting you know he was close.

“Ah ah ah!” You wail. “Fuuuuuuck!” You cry out as wave after wave of your delicious orgasm washes over your body, making your eyes roll back in your head.

Seconds later, Andy lets out a roar as his finds his own release, spilling his hot seed inside of you.

He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing hard. After a moment, he rolls away to lay next to you. Your husband grabs your hand and kisses it.

“I love you, baby girl.” His voice hoarse. “And I can’t to devour the rest of your library.”

Still unable to form words, you settle for whacking him in the chest.

END

#Chris evans #andy barber #chris evans black!reader #andy barber black!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber woc!reader #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #cevansbrat0007growing pains series #chris evans smut #andy barber smut #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x yn

[georgieluz]

thanks @ep6bastogne @hellofanidea @lewis-winters @lamialamia @merriell-allesandro-shelton @footprintsinthesxnd and @heystovepipeboys for tagging me in this!

WIP Ask Game RULES: post the names of all of the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

eddie jones made it home from the war (andy did not)

notes for thing

the ballroom extravaganza

i know i won't stop searching for the moment when the world stopped for you (tbe notes)

how does it feel to be alive again?

hbowar f1 zoom zoomies

gay pirates in space

babe got a tamagotchi!!!

harry welsh punk band frontman!!! spin off? prequel?

what if i wrote a football au for hbo war where the different shows are different teams in the same league?

the adventures of campbell and owens

giving nix a hot mess of a boyfriend (oliver)

tommy monet loml

ronnix apocalypse au

what if eddie jones was in the strokes (kind of) and andy haldane booked acts for new york music venues

oh no i think i'm writing bradnate

TENNIS

something something nate vomiting caterpillar

stupid bondi rescue au for the pacific what r u doing stop typing

jjk au for hbo war i might go feral idk

no i'm not writing fanfiction about the two gay lib dems from the thick of it look away i hate myself

i think everyone on this entire website has done this already so i don't think there's anyone left for me to tag, but if you haven't already, then feel free to consider yourself tagged here!

#this is a mix of my scrivener files and my notes app files where i put a lot of my initial ideas #also i would have loved to have sent asks in about all your wips but i feel like everyone has already asked about everything #since i missed it all due to being inactive bc of work #julian did a tag game #julian's ask games #julian writes #my wips

[non-un-topo]

Tagged by @lazaefair. Thank you!!

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I picked some favourites, but also some lesser known/read ones (all TOG, in order of most recent upload)

Jericho, My Moon

A black stallion is joined by his red twin. They bracket Nicolò, circle him. Their proud riders wear helmets of silver moonlight.

all things pass into the night

They’d found Joe and Andy under a white strobe light, facing each other this time and tossing their heads and hair as they danced. Joe reeled Nicky in by his belt loop and without even having to think, Booker used his tall body as a blockade between the two nose-rubbing, hip-grinding men and some of the crowd, downing his beer. Then again, wouldn’t have it been fun to have had to beat someone up that night? Booker hadn’t been presented with the opportunity, and before long he’d flown to the full toilets and dumped his guts onto the floor.

Axis

The spectre does not move. The fur does not even seem to breathe. It is as if the wind can’t touch it, there in its hiding place. It is fur, Nicolò can see that clearly now. Though of what animal, he cannot discern. A thought occurs to him, then. Perhaps this creature is a guardian of the forest. Perhaps he has angered it.

The Falconer

“You cannot startle me like that, with her here,” he said, and realized how impressively he was failing at sounding authoritative. “In fairness, Nico,” began Andromache, tipping far enough back in the chair Nicolò could already picture her falling and pretending she hadn’t, “how were we supposed to know you’d adopted a feral bird?”

Heard a Joke Once

De Marchi was flattered at the praise, exactly what Sébastien had counted on. Flattery was one thing an artist could simply never resist, no matter their false modesty. Sébastien would know.

Young Man's Game

His mother hummed flatly, which raised the hairs on Yusuf’s head, but she thankfully let him be. For a moment. “Have you put any more thought into Gamila?” she then asked, which was honestly worse.

My brother spits blood.

But before Booker can say anything, Nicky pulls out a key and says, “Come in and get cleaned up. I’ll make you some tea. When Joe comes home, we will see if we can reach Andy.” Wordlessly, and suddenly feeling the weight of the previous night on his shoulders, Booker steps in after him and breathes in the familiar scents of spices and herbs, gun oil and linen.

Primavera

“Can I come with you,” Nicolò asks without preamble. He grips his seat on either side of his thighs as he leans closer to the table. His uncle dazzles him with a fond smile, a proud smile. “Perhaps when you are older. If you go now, who will protect the goats from hungry giants?”

la mer a bercé mon coeur pour la vie

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you,” Joe jokes. Andy laughs to lighten the mood, but she squeezes his arm in reassurance.

Tangerine and Roc

The nightmare returned to Yusuf that night. He stayed awake as long as his body willed it, but inevitably gave into exhaustion at some point deep in the night. He gasped awake, sweaty and shaken by visions of the gnarled beak, his family jumping in. His hand instinctively sought out Nicolò beside him, who remained in his deep, unmoving sleep.

Probably double-tagging a lot of people buuuut I'm tagging @maddielle @captainshakespear @babygirlyusuf @nicolos @the73rdpostscript and @knoepfchen

#thank you friend ;w; this was fun and i really needed a distraction today #cringing so hard at myself though. the self-esteem is in the GROUND today #it is interesting to see where the plot was at at the mid-point of my longer fics! i tend to take a long time with my endings #also i didn't realize just how much i've written from nicky's pov ugh i really thought i'd given all characters roughly equal treatment #he's fun to wriiiiite #god i miss writing #sage writes

[lexpressobean]

I have been enabled so Im gonna go on some more about my 30+ Messy ShinoHina lol (i'm shy but im also easy to squeeze more out of if you're polite enough lol)

More specifics under the cut because this became very... long after all I typed so, I will leave the fluff lovers some songs that really set the mood for me at certain parts of the story here <3 I don't hate fluff, I just need to balance it out with some feral behavior lol!

"Comfortable with the Silence" by Andy Shauf

"Wide Awake" by Katy Perry

"Feelings" by Lauv

"Near to You" by A Fine Frenzy

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Now, the biggest thing I need people to understand about the whole situation is that everyone, everyone acts less than ideal at some point, to put it lightly. Because ideals are still just ideals, and even if you don't go looking for mess, you will experience it in your relationships as it is inevitable. People make mistakes, bro. And sometimes you just gotta live with what happens. You can't always heal or take it back, and you will experience both things simultaneously sometimes too. And it's shitty and will always feel bad. Stains, and scars, they are just proof that you have lived and have experienced things in life. No one is flawless. No one stays clean. All you can do is learn to cope and move forward with time, while trying not to make it someone else's problem. But that third thing can also still happen unintentionally too, and then new mess happens! Mess is natural. Sometimes, it only seems worse than it really is when all you do is focus on it. Other times, is continuously gets worse because of denial. It's honestly a truly wonderful thing when all parties can sit and really work through things together when Mess occurs, but that's assuming they can do so without getting toxic or distrustful and all that other bullshit that is ultimately counterproductive and makes walking away the healthiest choice at the end of the day.

And that's kind of the point, and my main reason for going this route with Shino and Hinata in a romantic sense. I feel Shino and Hinata are both the most likely, out of all the Konoha 13, to avoid and deny mess at all costs, in any situation, even at the expense of themselves in some way or form. Not just in personality, but also because of their socioeconomic standings too, but I won't get into that part of it too much rn.

Shino's behavior becomes warped more early on at the start of the story. Yeah, Shino has always been more petty and has even said or done things in canon that come off less than stellar, but they are also the kind of things that are usually harmless and finished as soon as the moment passes. But in this case, Shino refuses to act on his long standing desires, which are so strong, he's been unable to truly stamp out his feelings since he was 17, even after his heart really broke for the first time. He feels, knows deep in his bones as Hinata's and Naruto's friend as well, that Naruto isn't the person Hinata should be with. But because he wants Hinata to be happy, and respects her desicions, and because he is her friend, teammate, and fellow noble clan kid at that, he will support her first before he attempts anything selfish. And because he also still sees Naruto as his friend, and someone who at his core is a good person despite his treatment of Shino himself and obvious dumbassery, Shino swallows his jealousy and his judgment and his want. And so, he loses his chance through his self-inflicted restraint. He chooses to do this simply because it seemed like the right thing to do, for his friends. Getting involved the way he wanted to would only make things messy, regardless of how confident he is that things will work in his favor, which probably wasn't much anyway. Because how dare Shino try to impose himself on his... friend, and challenge... his other friend... Shino would never want to hurt his friends... but the thing is, you can't always keep everyone happy. You still count and will always count when everyone is involved. It was his choice to stay unhappy.

Hinata, in comparison, doesn't feel it until later, when it also feels like it's too late. And as it creeps up, she refuses to acknowledge her growing sense of disillusionment after she quite literally gets her wish from childhood, her Infinite Tsukuyomi even! She got what she wanted!! How dare she even think any ungrateful thoughts about her own situation!!! And yeah, maybe her dream didn't become an absolute nightmare... but anything less than a dream come true is still really disappointing, especially when the rose colored glasses come off so late in the game. But being unwilling to admit that will also cause her to grow closer and closer to a breaking point anyway. And deterrents are hell sometimes. The legal binding of marriage, their two kids, the fact Naruto is the Hokage, her already well known standing with her own Clan that, politically, will never paint her in a good light... All of that pressure to keep on keeping on even though she's so unhappy... She'd undeniably be the sole reason for her family 'falling apart', externally, from an outsider's point of view. And no one wants to hurt the people they love, even if they're hurting themselves in some way. Her behavior becomes warped some time later after more developments though.

But, well, it really all begins when they both fucking explode, but they ONLY explode after they're both pushed too far by someone else. But after the dust settles they both realize in their own ways that, point blank it sucks a lot that it happened like that, but they can either succumb to their situation for good, or frame it as something new, like they were both given an opportunity. Only by working past their fears, deterrents, and even false senses of morality will they get to really change their situations. It's about how they do so.

Hinata will explode first, because she will find out that Naruto has undeniably cheated on her with Sasuke. And my mind can't decide how exactly, but in the end, it doesn't matter how he did it, but he did, she finds out and she just breaks down about it all. Shino will follow suit when he realizes Hinata is broken up, and when he finds out exactly why... boy, his coniption will be fucking legendary. But the only person to actually see it would be Hinata, and it's alarming and distressing but especially terrifying because for a moment much too long, she could feel in Shino an intent to kill... and suddenly everything else is so miniscule for that moment because Hinata's best friend would actually fucking try to murder her husband...

W h a t

He doesn't mean to take his anger out on her, and he doesn't actually anyway, but his words and actions in the moment are horrifying and all she wants to do is calm him down, and she does it by pulling from some hidden reserve of strength she has as Naruto's Wife and Mother of his Children. Because it's all so confusing and so bad but goddamn it you will NOT fuck with her family!

Feelings don't disappear in an instant. Shino would know that better than anyone. It's a punch in the gut and really wounds him despite all logic but it's exactly what he needs to just... stop being so crazy. And because of this, after he calms down, and he takes several steps back and probably a seat, he realizes no matter how hard he tries he just can't won't (be honest Shino!) move on either. He will not because deeper still in his heart of hearts, he always knew he wanted to at least try. His main regret is that he hid behind the farce of 'true friendship' to stay close to her, but one can't blame themself for lack of confidence too. Sometimes the cookie will crumble as it may, but now... now as messed up the situation has become, his pent up frustration and regrets and his fucking desire override his logic and his inner goblin man comes out much more often and as fucked as it is, will probably try to gain Hinata's favor while she is still down and sorting through things. He's not doing it on purpose but mans just does not want to wait any longer. Because he was waiting since forever whether he admits it or not and he decides that Naruto DEFINITELY does not deserve this woman. He never did and never fucking will.

BUT... but but but, Hinata... has to just... process everything. Shino promises he was just so upset for her. What? He wouldn't kill Naruto. How could he ever? He is Fine, he is Good, he is going to go home and lay down. And he wholeheartedly apologizes for such an unbecoming reaction... Hinata chose to confide in Shino and flying off the handle like that was entirely inappropriate. Embarrassing and shameful even. Not the support Hinata obviously needs. Of course he will keep this all confidential, of course, no need to worry... She didn't need any of that, and Shino will never be able to apologize enough but all things considered, he will support her as best as he can. He is so so sorry but wants to be there for her, that is the truth.

And it really is the truth, but it still shakes Hinata to her core. That will never be a normal reaction from Shino. There is no explanation for that reaction, but Hinata still trusts him... she knows she can trust him to follow through with what he says... but it itches. It's an itchy and confusing sensation as she tries to dig further into why Shino was so crazy there for a moment? Does it mean something that Shino was so upset, almost more than Hinata even? Was Hinata not upset enough??? Meanwhile she's trying to work things out with Naruto who got caught and even though the threat of death can really put things into perspective fast, Hinata will have to realize there's a difference between loving someone, caring for someone, and being in love with someone. What exactly was she feeling in that moment? And what will she do now that Naruto is coming clean and explaining himself??

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And on and on like that. As for Naruto and Sasuke, and Sakura, it's like this whole... thing that I'm still exploring. Because as a queer person myself, who's had a complicated journey and relationship with my own queerness, it's something I wanna address too. Because SNS is a crazy ride in itself, and Sakura, she deserves so much more as well...!!!

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Bonus songs for reading all of this!!

"A 1000 Times" by Hamilton Leithauser + Rostam

"Dance Inside" by The All-American Rejects

"Wave" by Meghan Trainor ft. Mike Sabath

"I'm OK" by Manila Killa & AObeats ft. Shaylen

"Personal" by The Vamps ft. Maggie Lindemann

#shino aburame #aburame shino #hinata hyuuga #hyuuga hinata #shinohina #lexsramblings #naruto #i don't mean to sound so dramatic but it is what my brain has put forth #and it's also very much still a wip lol #anywho I hope its easier than not to see where I'm going with this #i think i just see so much soft shinohina #and im actually a very bitter person who's had to l e a r n #so i kinda wanna throw them into the fire simply because I can haha #its very indulgent nonsense through and through lol

[symbioteburnout]

Just a list of Hollow!Mania headcanons below the cut.

While I do intend to make a design for Andi/Mania’s hollow form, I’ll be using Silence as a face claim for it.

After merging a portion of a Hollow with the Mania symbiote, Andi has taken on several Hollow abilities, some in a more limited capacity, others more enhanced due to the Hellmark.

Powers

She retains all abilities Mania had before; Web slinging, wall crawling, enhanced reflexes, augmented natural abilities.

Her ability to shoot Hellfire has been replaced with Cero, a blast that seems to be generated from both her mouth, and the mark/hole on her chest.

Enhanced healing factor. The symbiote already possessed this, but now has added the Hollow’s regeneration ability. Can regrow lost limbs, but only in symbiote form, this does not affect Andi outside of the transformation (example: Andi loses an arm in human form, that arm is gone, Andi loses an arm in Hollow form, it’ll grow right back).

Despite the suit taking on the properties of a Hollow, Mania does not seem to have inherited the acid touch.

She can now let out an intense howl that is strong enough to shatter glass and rupture eardrums, it has a concussive force and can send objects and people flying.

Shunpo. While Andi had not mastered this before her Hollowfication, the enhancements now make it easier for her to perform the technique. She still doesn’t quite have it mastered and still tends to overshoot targets or crash into objects. (I am aware that Arrancars have a similar ability, but Andi was already learning Shunpo from Yoruichi and Soifon before her transformation).

Weaknesses

At the moment, she can’t control the form, she is currently feral. She was already burdened with having the voice of the symbiote and the hellmark in her head, but now there’s the addition of the Hollow. Mania was already a more violent duplicate of Venom, now that’s been amplified with the Hollow’s more monstrous nature.

The symbiote’s ravenous hunger has only been amplified thanks to the Hollow. Now not only does Mania push Andi to feed on brains or any meat she can get her hands on, but the Hollow pushes her to want to consume souls now... and she is definitely sure this is a hunger that can’t be placated with chocolate.

Retains standard symbiote weaknesses to intense sonic vibrations and fire.

#-||[ Hollowed Symbiosis | Bleach AU ]||-